Given X, find Y
X: Are you happy?
Y: Why?
X: You don’t look happy
Y: What is happy supposed to look like?
X: Not like this, definitely.
Y: I’m fine.
X: You’re not the same.
Y: How am I not the same?
X: You’ve lost your passion.
Y: Passion for what?
X: Passion for life!
Y: What’s there to be passionate about?
X: What isn’t there to be passionate about? You had dreams you’d fight to death for. You had plans. You had goals. You had aspirations. Now you're sitting around moping doing nothing! What happened? Who or what killed the soul who left home so eager to take on the world?
Y: I don’t know…
X: There has to be something.
Y: I never know any more. I just don’t care about much anymore.
X: You care bout a lot of things. I know that for a fact.
Y: Maybe I’ve cared more than what’s good for me. Maybe I haven’t done enough for myself. Or maybe this me being selfish. Maybe I’ve always been selfish.
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